Said no relative to other relative after credit carded Amazon Prime wrapped gifts had been shredded, a shrewd Granny had folded up any reusable paper, Grands, had grabbed, selected THE loudest toys and were parading them around the entire house past skeered hound pooches and hidden kitties. Oldsters, under their breath hollered "Quit acting your age!"
VICTOR?
Ahm, yes? Is your real name Ebenezer?
Ha. OK, I'm just kidding. I will admit there are probably differing views about the length of the family Christmas. I remember as a child wishing it would end sometime in March.
I remember early inlaw Christmas 's where I was still kinda uncomfortable, and, ready to march.
Nineteen fitty three, Maurice Williams was fitteen. He penned a song hoping to entice his gf to stay (past her 'Be home by 10' deadline), just a little bit longer.
Took awhile, but, in 1960 it became THE US Billboard #1 hit...didn't stay a real long time as Elvis's Are You Lonesome Tonight replaced it.
"In my seventies, I exercised to stay ambulatory. In my eighties, I exercise to avoid assisted living."
Stay around awhile, the quotes get worse.
"Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight."
Phyllis Diller
Toldya.
It seems, the Grands will continue their Formula One Pace until they drop, or, whenever Uncle Charlie, by now unfurled in the recliner, closes his eyelids.
The best, it seems, are the visits by cousins, siblings, BIL's, SIL's after the Grands are all nestled snug in their beds, and, after the SMTWTFS pillboxes of the old farts were emptied, and they too, zonked in the 2nd, 3rd bedrooms.
As the hounds and the kitties tepidly make their way back from hiding places, in hopes of not a creature stirring, but hopefully maybe a mouse... exhausted young parents stayed up, mostly until the wee hours - relating tales of almost getting caught playing Santa, downing a beer or three, a glass of wine or champagne, or, Heaven forbid, eggnog (eww).
Children have it ingrained, "it will stay like this forever....won't it?"
The 30, 40, fitty year olds encircled around the table have succeeded in making their own children's memories as wonderful as theirs... they too, without realization, believe they'll be in that late night seat for years and years - when in fact, it's fleeting.
The oldsters, by now in their REM's, Depends, snore away preciously, not long after a prayer of thanks for living this long, getting to see their kids be Santa, and, the large beautiful eyeballs of their Grands.
Why don't you stay... just a little bit longer.. .
Live, Victurd
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